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The Contribution of Women to Peace and Reconciliation

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We went <strong>to</strong> the hospital, which was shocking: a crying baby in a big bed,<br />

with two broken legs in casts. We found out that the baby’s mother was<br />

badly injured. She said what happened is like a dream now: when it happened,<br />

she was on the balcony, watching the planes coming in, with<br />

the baby in her arms. Suddenly she had the impression that she was<br />

flying, with the baby in her arms, like on the moon, weightless, before<br />

falling injured <strong>to</strong> the ground.<br />

In 1982 came the invasion <strong>of</strong> Lebanon <strong>and</strong> the surroundings <strong>of</strong> Beirut. I<br />

stayed in Beirut during the entire war, from the beginning. My sister’s<br />

<strong>and</strong> my choice was <strong>to</strong> volunteer in hospitals <strong>and</strong> refugee camps, which<br />

we <strong>to</strong>ld my father. As we were members <strong>of</strong> the Lebanese Democratic<br />

Youth Organization, we went <strong>to</strong> their centre, <strong>and</strong> signed up. <strong>The</strong> first<br />

day we still slept at home, but after that, we lived <strong>and</strong> slept at the centre.<br />

We were the only girls there – between all the boys. <strong>The</strong> girls came in<br />

during the day <strong>and</strong> went home at night – except my sisters <strong>and</strong> me. I<br />

worked in the ambulance, hospitals, <strong>and</strong> with the refugees. <strong>The</strong> first<br />

two weeks <strong>of</strong> war we only slept two or three hours a day, but then I had<br />

strong migraine attacks, <strong>and</strong> the doc<strong>to</strong>rs <strong>to</strong>ld me <strong>to</strong> go home <strong>and</strong> sleep.<br />

This was my first direct war experience.<br />

At the same time we were living our lives. <strong>The</strong> football World Cup was<br />

underway, <strong>and</strong> we gathered whenever we could <strong>to</strong> watch the matches,<br />

on TVs running <strong>of</strong>f car batteries. And we celebrated our birthdays.<br />

<strong>The</strong> first time I saw the word “peace” written was in Moscow in 1976,<br />

where we lived <strong>to</strong>gether with my father for one year. He had managed<br />

<strong>to</strong> include me <strong>and</strong> my younger sister in a children’s delegation <strong>of</strong> Palestinians.<br />

In the Soviet Union, the word “mir” (peace) was written every -<br />

where: “mir” for children <strong>and</strong> “mir” for everybody”. <strong>The</strong> opening <strong>of</strong> the<br />

international camp <strong>to</strong>ok place in Moscow; the camp itself <strong>to</strong>ok place<br />

near the Black Sea, which had already under Lenin been established as<br />

an area <strong>of</strong> peace for the children <strong>of</strong> the world. In the camp, children from<br />

all continents participated, <strong>of</strong> course including from all countries <strong>of</strong> the<br />

USSR. But I don’t remember whether any Israeli young people participated.<br />

<strong>The</strong> year we went <strong>to</strong> the camp, they decided <strong>to</strong> have short speeches<br />

by Palestinian <strong>and</strong> Vietnamese children. I didn’t speak Russian, <strong>and</strong> they<br />

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